no music day 6.
its weird moving to a new town. Don't know any people, haven't done anything yet except go shopping with mom at the local wal mart and price chopper. The stores remind me of the stores in the southern missouri towns where my parents grew up and i've visited all my life - limited selection and odd brands. Sometimes while i'm sitting here at my computer i forget where i am, turn around, and i'm in this strange house full of all my stuff, like i'm living in a caricature of all my previous places. I've discovered all the problems that this place has and generated mental solutions, but have taken no action as of yet.
The place is pretty much set up and ready for me to live and carry on business as usual except for the 2nd bedroom, whose destiny is to become the studio known in the tiny world of kloi terra as 'the Campground'. Right now it's a bedlam of boxes and tape and papers, trash and cardboard, guitars in cases, books in boxes. It's time is soon and it will be glorious, as will the new recordings.
I've ammassed a slew of new songs that need to be written, scrapings from a mountain of inspiration grown from the seed of change. Soon, all will be in it's right place and the stream will once again flow unhindered.
its weird moving to a new town. Don't know any people, haven't done anything yet except go shopping with mom at the local wal mart and price chopper. The stores remind me of the stores in the southern missouri towns where my parents grew up and i've visited all my life - limited selection and odd brands. Sometimes while i'm sitting here at my computer i forget where i am, turn around, and i'm in this strange house full of all my stuff, like i'm living in a caricature of all my previous places. I've discovered all the problems that this place has and generated mental solutions, but have taken no action as of yet.
The place is pretty much set up and ready for me to live and carry on business as usual except for the 2nd bedroom, whose destiny is to become the studio known in the tiny world of kloi terra as 'the Campground'. Right now it's a bedlam of boxes and tape and papers, trash and cardboard, guitars in cases, books in boxes. It's time is soon and it will be glorious, as will the new recordings.
I've ammassed a slew of new songs that need to be written, scrapings from a mountain of inspiration grown from the seed of change. Soon, all will be in it's right place and the stream will once again flow unhindered.